Tag: creative writing
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A Year In Books [2021]
JAUARY A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman The Guest List by Lucy Foley The History of Love by Nicole Krauss People Like Her by Ellery Lloyd What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty
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Flower Child
I saw a flower on a tree branch while sitting on the fire escape and for a moment I thought it was a baby’s balled fist. I notice children, pregnant women, everywhere. Not because I want a child of my own but becauseI am so afraid of, someday, my person changing his mind about not wanting […]
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The Second Love
I want to be okay, I’m not even asking for good. That was the goal for this next chapter. I wrote it down but being is painful. I know some days it will be, others less. I’ve accepted this much – and yet there are some things I cannot yet accept. I wish for a […]
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SPLITTING
When I was a child, I learned to think of my parents as good or bad. I learned that sometimes they were a source of nurture, comfort & love & other times I needed to separate myself from them for my own safety & well-being. I learned to split people in this way. I developed […]
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I Turned Thirty &
my best friend sent me a packages for seven days straight leading up to it. I heard my fathers voice in a box, voicemails he’d left my friend when he’d accidentally crashed my car. Never let a tinkerer friend change your brake fluid. I turned thirty & my little sister came to stay with us […]
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DEAR H // 10.18.21
Dear H, I’ve been crying about my dad more of late than I normally do. I think it’s because his birthday was on the 13th. I talked to him that day, aloud, walking around the house. It didn’t really feel like a sad conversation – I was just kind of updating him on my life […]
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African painted dogs eat a child in my hometown
I ask for directions a handful of times. “How do I get to the woods?” “Where to?” They ask, and I am not sure anymore. A four year old boy is eaten by the African Painted Dogs in my hometown zoo after falling into the enclosure. His mother lifted him onto the fence to see […]
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Dear H // 10.11.21
(in response to this letter from H) Dear H, I have the spins despite not drinking since last night. Dear H, My temples are throbbing. Dear H, The anxiety has been bad lately. My eyes feel like dried out cheese. My rib cage feels as if there’s a bird inside who’s desperately trying to get […]
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To Do List
Put away the laundry: collect all of the empty hangers, be sure to feel a bit of resentment and a bit of pleasure while you do it, because it gives you a purpose. Be sure to feel resentful of the pleasure, because your life has amounted to this – because you thought you’d be more […]
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If I Wrote An Honest Resume
If I wrote an honest resume, one where the sections of time without employment were filled in with the truth – no socially acceptable excuses for them – it would read like this:
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I do not know where I fit Into Things.
I do not know where I fit into things. I’m insecure. I’m jealous of medical school. I want to know he’d pick me over medical school if he had to choose. I want to feel chosen. I can’t remember the last time I felt chosen. We argue a lot about who made what choices to […]
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The Second Worst Panic Attack Of My Life
The second worst panic attack of my life begins while running errands on a Wednesday afternoon. “I’m Kaitlyn Mauro.I’m 26 years old.I live on Winona Avenue in Montgomery, Alabama.I’m in the car with Edward.He’s my husband.He’s holding my hand.I’m from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.My parents are Sandy and Neil.My grandparents are Marilyn, Guy, Patricia, Ernie and Kathy.My […]
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Forest bathing
I had forgotten, since it had been so long, how the woods can fill me back up with myself, somehow. I had forgotten how much I need to be in nature, how it can heal me just to walk within it, along a dirt path — away from cars, buildings, other people — sometimes. I […]
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Ghost Questions
I will turn 25 in less than a month. I feel like I should have accomplished so much more by now. I’ve been stuck on the bigger questions lately, so yesterday I decided to give myself a break and refuse to think about anything anxious or scary. I did not open the envelope from the student […]